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Action & Video ---> And now for something *completely different*
[Hello Luceti. Enjoying the normalcy after the shift? Oh well, nothing stays normal long here. And so we have Elvis, giving a rooftop performance to put U2 to shame. Really, why the Malnosso decided to kidnap an Elvis impersonator or turn someone into one is probably not a good thing to question. Especially since the truth is far far stranger and doesn't even involve the Malnosso at all.]
[Still, if you're a fan of rock'n'roll, Elvis, Las Vegas, Elvis impersonators (because Elvis was not that short, not that light-haired, and the accent is clearly a little forced), or just impromptu rooftop jam sessions, enjoy this. Who knows, they might even take requests!]
[And otherwise, Elvis will leave the building and go about the village, wiggling hips and playing the guitar.]
[Please feel free to ask why. Just. Why.]
You ain't nothing but a hooooound dog!
CRYING all the tiiime!
You ain't nothin' but a hoooound dog!
Crying aaaaall the time!
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine!
YEAH!
Well-a, thank ya. Thank ya very much. [That accent man...]
[Still, if you're a fan of rock'n'roll, Elvis, Las Vegas, Elvis impersonators (because Elvis was not that short, not that light-haired, and the accent is clearly a little forced), or just impromptu rooftop jam sessions, enjoy this. Who knows, they might even take requests!]
[And otherwise, Elvis will leave the building and go about the village, wiggling hips and playing the guitar.]
[Please feel free to ask why. Just. Why.]
You ain't nothing but a hooooound dog!
CRYING all the tiiime!
You ain't nothin' but a hoooound dog!
Crying aaaaall the time!
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine!
YEAH!
Well-a, thank ya. Thank ya very much. [That accent man...]
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Just what poor world do you come from that doesn't have rock'n'roll?
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Never heard of metaphors?
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What kind of music are you a fan of where you're from?
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[An idle strum on her guitar as she tries to come up with something.]
I don't have a flute on me, little darlin' but maybe this will-a count for somethin'?
[Starts up You Were Always On My Mind. At least she tries to play it less rock'n'roll and more country soul. Which is hard as she prefers to ignore her past in the Fuji mountain range of Japan and claims to be a city girl (even when she always runs away to the mountains, yeah sure.)]
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[ The guitar strumming sounds pleasant, but then the actual lyrics kick in. ]
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That was amazing. [ She noticed the strain. She doesn't comment on it, but, to her, that's what made it real. ]
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[Have It's Midnight complete with Fujiko getting a little more into the country style. Especially since it's really country sounding lyrics-style.]
I am SO sorry. Real life just hurricaned for like, a week.
It's beautiful!
NP! I do the same thing constantly XDD That is the beauty of backtagging ;)
[Cheerfully switches her style of playing the guitar and taps on the guitar for beat. The Bullfighter Was a Lady.]
Pedro the bull was a killer
King of the bullfight arena
He'd wipe up the floor with each brave matador
And have matador stew for his dinner
He heard the crowd shouting "Olé"
But he met his master that day
The bullfighter was a lady
And it was true love at first sight
Her red cape was waving but Pedro was shaving
He wanted to date her that night
Olé
Pedro the bull he was smitten
First time the love bug had bitten
He once was a mad bull, a wild and a bad bull
But now he was mild as a kitten
The people were starting to hiss
But Pedro just wanted to kiss
The bullfighter was a lady
And Pedro he liked what he saw
He floated on air with a rose in his hair
As he waltzed with that sweet matador
His fate was a bad one, his tale is a sad one
It's hanging right over her door
Olé!
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It's a metaphor little lady. For men who chase women around thinking they're the King~ [Definite lilt to the way she says that, especially since she's pretending to be the King of Rock'n'Roll.] and always do the best. Even men like that can be brought-a down by a good strong woman.
And she took him as a trophy. Though, I don't think he died. Just lost his tail. It's a pun on the word. I like-a to think she kept him nice and tame as a pet.
[Well, it's way easier than explaining bull-fighting. Even if it does show way more of Fujiko than she intended, and doesn't sound anything like Elvis. Whatever, Tenten doesn't even know who Elvis is.]
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Oh! So, in other words, there isn't an actual bull? Well, I guess I can agree with that. Even the strongest of men can get knocked down a few pegs by a woman! [ huffpuff huffpuff. ] In that caes, I think that's the best song you're performed yet! [ Tenten doesn't know who Elvis is, so she just assumes that she's speaking to him and, that this little display of Non-Elvis behavior is actually how he is normally. ]
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I'm starting to run out of a few songs like that off the top of my head, but stop by Cloud Nine sometime and I'll see if another singer can't find you some more like it, hm? [Really her Elvis act is slipping now, but she has at least made up her mind to try singing as herself instead, despite all the memories attached to it.]
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Well thank ya little darlin', thank ya very much.
[Strums that guitar.]
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[She'll really have to think on that. Fujiko herself was never very good at writing music so much as singing it. Maybe if she got really gutsy and collaborated.]
It does seem ta be mah style. [Well. Elvis's... kind of.]
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[ She is just cheering on all of Elvis' antics. Suffice to say, she has Elvis fever. ]
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Kind of like a subversive Jailhouse Rock then? I've got the feeling that no matter which way I play that-a up, they'd be more likely to make it worse though.
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